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haiti babii – bad bih lyrics

[intro]
suck my d+ck like a kool+aid pickle
hit it from the back, make your b+tthole wiggle (ugh)
old nasty+ass b+tch (b+tch)
with some tight+ass p+ssy (come on)

[verse 1]
freaky+ass ho, put your toes in my mouth
and when a n+gga f+ck, lemme clean you out
it’s the first of the month, let me nut in your mouth (come on)
we don’t do the six+nine, baby, switch the position (turn around)
godd+mn you look fine when you suckin’ my d+ck (l!ck this sh+t up)
on hood, don’t stop it, baby, do it and do it (do it and do it)
you smoke, i don’t, i’ll do it for you (do it for you)
i don’t wear no rubbers (rubbers)
when i bust, lil’ baby, come l!ck this up (l!ck this up)
girl, gimme that p+ssy (that p+ssy)
that milk, that sauce, that gushy stuff (ugh)
stuff twenty bands in my duffel (yeah)
she ain’t with the birkins, she come in here louis did (louis)

[pre+chorus]
like, i brought brock, i got lesnar (lesner)
givenchy, my outfit fendi, but she’s no real stepper (huh?)

[chorus]
show me you a bad b+tch (bad b+tch)
i need me a bad b+tch (that’s what i need)
all about a bag b+tch (yeah, yeah)
f+ck me better than my last b+tch (f+ck me, girl)
show me you a bad b+tch (show me you a bad+bad)
i need me a bad b+tch (i need me a bad+bad)
all about a bag b+tch (she all about a—)
f+ck me better than my last b+tch (yeah)
[verse 2]
one false move, run up, we blastin’ (boom)
next n+gga try to get tricky, kidnap him (ha)
one glock, two glock, three glock, four
n+ggas got popped side of the head because n+ggas always playin’ when they f+ckin’ in the zone, cuz (what?), yeah
back to the b+tches, though, and to the baby (and to the baby)
and put that thumper on your name for all your dead n+ggas (dead n+ggas)
i got that yumper in my trunk for all you big n+ggas (brrt)
put a n+gga to sleep (z, z, z, z, z, z, z, z)
she love all my player ways, i said, “b+tch, hit the play” (hit it)
that one song i got with philthy got me h+lla hoes

[pre+chorus]
like, i brought brock, i got lesnar (ugh)
givenchy, my outfit fendi, but she’s no real stepper

- haiti babii lyrics

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